Sunset, 16 Nov

Sharp cold greets my skin, the scent of woodsmoke greets my nose, soft warm hues in the west greet my eyes, and the peace of deep stillness greets my spirit.

“Hail, Spirit of Twilight.  May your song of stillness lie peacefully upon us.  Slàinte mhath.”

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